venerdì, gennaio 05, 2007

That fat old sun...

When the fat old sun in the sky is falling Summer evenin' birds are calling Summer's thunder time of year The sound of music in my ears Distant bells new mown grass Smells so sweet By the river holding hands Roll me up and lay me down

(And if you sit don't make a sound, Pick your feet up off the ground. And if you hear as the warm night falls. The silver sound from a time so strange, Sing to me, sing to me)